Your moments come out of the heart
Through the eyes following the tune
Out of your eyes flow the times
And the beloved ones of you
They run down and stroke your cheeks
Becoming something not hurting
Your moments come out of the heart
Through the eyes following the tune
Out of your eyes flow the times
And the beloved ones of you
They run down and stroke your cheeks
Becoming something not hurting
Beautifully melancholy.
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Ohh…thank you so much… 🙂
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